Friday, April 5, 2024

What is The Point?

When you feel
You can only have peace
When you're gone

When you feel
You can on have relief
When they bury your body

When you feel
You can only be free
When all the bonds are broken

What is the point
Of this life
You are living?

Thursday, January 4, 2024

Can't Sleep

You keep telling me I should get some sleep
But the night is too dark, that's where the demons creep
I'm afraid to be alone with the whispers in my head
It's so much safer to stare at the screen instead

Friday, May 20, 2022

Never Be Enough

 They told us outright lies,

Didn't even bother with half-truths.

We were caught between the

Secrets hidden behind their eyes

And our own naïveté youth.


Love would never be enough.

This world would never be ours.

Our dreams they meant to snuff

So they could build their towers.


No one mentioned the sacrifices,

Or the blood we'd have to spill.

How were we to know the high price,

Or that it'd be ourselves we'd have to kill?


I think I'll never forgive men

For this world they created.

Never will come a time when

Their bloodlust will be placated.


Monday, April 20, 2020

The Breeze

You are the breeze
That blows my hair forward
To tickle my face and
Reminds me of
What it feels like
To be loved so pure.

January 1, 2020

Time was supposed to give us room to grow
But we change in ways we couldn't know
I have become what I never wanted to be

Left behind are the simplicities of innocence
I turned towards a need, a desire to be desired
Now innocence is a thing of the past
I have chosen to take whatever I want

I wish to be stronger, more wise than this
I wish to believe in love again
To let go of this greed for self
To choose to not want what is not mine.

When will I be able to
Look myself in the eyes
In the mirror again?

Friday, December 20, 2019

Without The Sun

I shall wither away
Without the sun in the sky.
There'll be no music to play
When all goes awry.

The sun, the sun, the sun,
Life coursing in my veins.
Without it, what's to be done?
Without it sorrow will cover the plains

Saturday, December 14, 2019

December 27, 2011

My past is too heavy,
There are many stories
I bare. Held to levy
a lifetime of memories
I do not wish to share.